252 Concourse of the Underworld

The manifestation of a cloud was physically formless. Even when it was shattered, it would gradually reassemble itself, totally unaffected by the blow.

The man dressed in gold scoffed, making a slow landing, but his expression grew darker.

"Lord, did you discover something?" someone asked.

"No." The man clad in gold said darkly, "The weather earlier was the sign of a storm but the rain did not come after so long. The gloom is moving away, dissipating… I was suspicious, so I tested it out…"